SILAS POV
My forehead stayed pressed to hers because if I pulled back too fast, if I gave myself even half a second of distance, I knew exactly what would happen.
I would lose control.
Not in a dramatic way. Not in a way that looked like madness from the outside. It would be quieter than that, more dangerous—my hands tightening instead of loosening, my mouth finding hers again without asking, my dragon pushing forward with a certainty that didn’t give a damn about timing or fear or what she was ready for.
The kiss was still burning on my lips. Not the memory of it—the actual sensation, like my body hadn’t accepted that it was over. The mate bond buzzed low and insistent, a constant hum under my skin that hadn’t stopped since the moment I’d tasted her again. It ran down my spine, coiled
